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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Enough Twilight. Let's have darkness already.
Posted by Jill | 7:30 PM
I think I'm starting to understand how people felt when TITANIC came out and they just couldn't get what the fuss is about.

It isn't that I don't like vampire movies, and it isn't even that I don't like stories about brooding "olden days" vampires as protectors and love interests of contemporary young women. I am a devot&eeacute;e of True Blood after all. It isn't even that I don't like brooding, pale, scrawny English emo guys with cheekbones like mandolines. The first time I saw Michael Winterbottom's adaptation of Thomas Hardy's Jude the Obscure I cried for three weeks straight.

So I really should be one of those Twilight women, shouldn't I? So what is it that when I tried to watch the first movie when it ran on one of the premium channels, instead of wanting to have sex with Robert Pattinson, or even cook soup for him (the latter of which which tends to be my age-appropriate response to such young men these days), all I wanted to do to Robert Pattinson was smack him across the face and say, "Snap out of it!" the way Cher does to Nicolas Cage in Moonstruck?

I'm surrounded by these women at work. And they aren't all young. These Bellawoods are young and old and black and white and all of them smart -- and they just LOVE Twilight. Maybe it's that I'm getting old and crabby and tired of the whole emo thing. MY favorite guy on True Blood is Sam Merlotte the Shapeshifter. After all, what could be better than a devoted, loyal guy who not only has his own successful business but can also turn into a really cute dog at will? Of course Sam is pretty emo too, but nowhere near the level of Courtly Bill Compton -- or the sheer whininess of Pasty McPattinson as Sir Edward the Chaste.

Perhaps that's it after all -- the chastity thing. It's no secret that Stephenie Meyer is a Mormon, and the Twilight books are an abstinence parable. But if you're going to talk about abstinence, why not set your novel during some long-ago time when courtliness and chastity-until-marriage were actual behaviors of the time? (Except they really weren't.) The most popular contemporary vampire stories have always been about the eroticism. As cartoonish as Bela Lugosi seems now in Tod Browning's 1931 Dracula, the shot of him leaning over a swooning woman is still pretty hot. And what girl wouldn't fall for a guy who could turn tears into diamonds and turn wolves into really cute dogs and say things like "I have crossed oceans of time to find you", the way Gary Oldman does in Bram Stoker's Dracula. And as annoying as Bill Compton has become on True Blood, with snarky Eric Northman becoming a far more interesting character, you've gotta admit that the hot-sex-in-the-dirt scene in Season I had a lot more vamp appeal than the depressive chastity of the Twilight kids.

The vampire genre has always been about sex, and while part of me thinks the idea of turning that on its ear is delightfully counterintuitive, watching a bunch of women in their thirties and forties go nuts over this pasty-faced boy is just nuts.

At least in 1997, Leonardo DiCaprio was plucky and brave and cheerful, even if he did look fourteen.

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Blogger Toby said...
There is enough real bloodsucking going on in this world. I don't particularly care to be entertained by it as well. You probably can guess I don't get it either.
6/30/10, 9:11 PM  
Anonymous mandt said...
It says a lot about the times, that so many 'Twilight' American women hunger for dead men. Sad....
6/30/10, 10:28 PM  
Anonymous skywind said...
I have tried to understand the Twilight obsession. I have even enlisted the aid of my tween-age son and his similarly-aged girl friends, who leave buttons with Edward's picture on them in the back of my car and earnestly try to explain the phenomenon that is Cullen to my unaffected, middle-aged brain.

I. Don't. Get. It.

And you can keep Sam Merlotte. I am definitely Team Eric (always did go for the bad boys).
6/30/10, 10:44 PM  
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